[Comprehensive Yingmei] What kind of experience is it like to take online classes in Gotham?

As I fell asleep at 02:30 in the morning, I naturally got up late and skipped the morning exercise. My mother didn't call to wake me up. I don't know if it was because she was busy shopping for travel necessities.

I didn't wake up until 10:30, Alfred knocked on my door at ten o'clock, but I fell asleep again after he left.

I realize I'm still up pretty early—at least before my dad and Tim, right?

They must have stayed up last night longer than I did.

So I didn't get up to exercise in the morning, and I ate today's delicious breakfast with a sense of guilt, but the fresh milk was a bit fishy. It would be great if I could have some coffee liquid.

In view of the online class and time difference, I seriously thought about what it would be like to keep the domestic time and schedule in Gotham online class.

——It is nocturnal, the owl is the eagle.

I wanted to tell my dad about this when he got up for breakfast or lunch, but I didn't.

When I asked Alfred, my dad was still sleeping.

Boy, I can now guess how busy he was and how late he was.

"Miss Louise, if you want to find Master Bruce, you can replace me as an old man for the sixth wake-up call today." Alfred said: "After all, a soft-hearted old man can't bear the coquettish behavior of a grown-up child." Same umpteen '5 more minutes of sleep', but I'm also not a fan of sleeping through breakfast, lunch and maybe dinner."

I blinked my eyes twice. I won’t say who once slept through breakfast, lunch and dinner and then woke up hungry in the early morning and squatted on the balcony of the dormitory to eat instant noodles.

It's not me, I'm not guilty.

"Dad stayed up late last night, didn't he? Work was too hard, let dad sleep comfortably." I am very considerate of my dad.

"Sleeping during the day and working late at night is very sick and unhealthy." The old butler with gray hair sighed.

"Well... By the way, Grandpa Fu, there is something I want to tell you." I changed the subject, "There was a little accident in our school, and now we have to change to online classes."

"Anyway, it's an online class, so I want to live here for a while longer." I made a winking expression: "Grandpa Ah Fu will not welcome me~"

"Of course not, this is also your home." Alfred looked at me with kind eyes, "It would be great if you could stay with me as a lonely old man."

"Grandpa Ah Fu is so kind, do you love you!" Full marks for changing the subject!

At this time, my father, who was still sleeping in bed with Alfred in his mouth, came down the stairs in his pajamas. I turned my head to look at the sound, and the most striking thing was the messy hair on his head. hair.

Ah... Dad slept with his hair fried.

"Louise?" Seeing me staring at his hair, my dad unconsciously raised his hand and asked me, "Is my hair weird?"

"No." I replied, "It's handsome, Dad!"

The little prince of Gotham is very handsome even with a mess of hair, bohemian and handsome!Even though he's over 40.

"Your mother just called me and said she's going to let you stay in Gotham until you get back to school," my dad said.

It seems that my dad, who was going to stay in bed and sleep late, was woken up by my mother's phone call.

Dad is so miserable, last time I was forced to get up early because I was coming to pick me up, this time I was woken up by my mommy again.

"And she asked me to remind you that your express delivery will arrive today, and let me have a space for you to store... How much space do you need?" The ruthless messenger robot—my dad, he seemed to be very interested in me. Not knowing how big the package was created a little curiosity.

"It shouldn't be very big, right? About four or five boxes? They are all daily necessities and books needed for class, but the books are reposted later, shouldn't they come together?" I was full of my unknown luggage. uncertain.

After all, in addition to the things I asked my mother to send, my mother will definitely add some daily necessities or other things that she thinks I need-after all, it is love from my mother!

After confirming that I didn't know how many things were sent, my dad directly asked Alfred to sort out a small study as a fixed place for my future online classes.Although I said I could be in my room, Alfred and Dad thought it would be easier to concentrate if you had a room dedicated to class.

By the way, there is an entire wall of bookshelves in this room!

But in fact, Wayne Manor has a fixed time to hire part-time workers to clean the room, so in fact, it is said to clean up a room. In fact, there is no need to clean it. It is a sanitary condition that can be checked in directly.

-

The courier arrived in the afternoon and entered the gate of Wayne Manor with Damian.

What came in was a minivan, and most of the compartment was filled with tightly packed boxes.

The boxes that take up the most space are my boxes of books, which are so heavy.The second is some gifts from my mother, which were given to other people and sent together.Then there are some of my odds and ends, which add up to a box.

My mother didn't send me the clothes. She said she didn't know what clothes I wanted or what the weather was like in Gotham, so she asked me to buy them by credit card.

Very domineering remarks, as expected of my domineering mother!

The courier company that delivered the luggage helped me move it to the small study. The service is good and the attitude is good-don’t ask, it’s money.

When Damian came back, he went straight to the study. I remember Dad was in the study.

But it wasn't long before he came out.

"Father asked me to pack your things for you." With a stinky face, he stood in front of the fence of the corridor on the second floor with his arms folded, looking down at me who was watching the courier brother move things on the first floor.

I boldly guess that he was kicked out after he entered the study and disturbed his father's work.

"Thank you very much," I said. "I just need a coolie."

Just at this time, the things had been moved, so I stepped up the stairs in three steps and two steps, and dragged him into the room.

"Help me unpack the box, first unpack the book, hand me the book and I'll put it on the shelf." I said.

Damian glanced at the boxes piled on the ground, they were basically cardboard boxes, and a few were suitcases.

The sealing tape stuck on the carton was easily cut by a utility knife. He opened one of the boxes of books, and on it were four books with very curious titles——"Architecture: How to Get a War Damage As High as Superman" ", "Five-Year Guns and Three-Year Principles", "Self-cultivation of a Qualified Criminal", "Batman Teaches You to Practice Yoga"

It's really a very eye-catching title, and Damian's eyes instantly turned weird when he looked at me.

The names of the latter two books should be so that Gotham people will laugh after reading them.

I saw Damian's hand uncontrollably reaching for the copy of Batman Teach You to Do Yoga.

He quickly flipped through two pages, and his expression twisted slightly and uncontrollably—the expression management is very poor!

My mother laughed for a long time when she saw this book for the first time.

It seems to have heard that the people of Gotham are all Batman's villains?I thought about it, wondering if this book will be treated as black material if it is read by Batman fans.

"Damian, do you like this book?" I looked at him in surprise: "If you like it, I will give it to you!"

He seemed to want to refuse. I heard his "no" blurted out, but for some unknown reason, he swallowed the refusal.

"Yeah, I like it," Damian said, as if he wanted to laugh.

"Like it!" I patted him on the shoulder.

In fact, I didn't buy this book on my own initiative, but the seller asked to bundle it when I received the book I wanted.

Because the books I bought were complex and numerous, it was difficult to collect all the books at once. This seller happened to have all the books I needed.

Then I didn't remember to ask him what book was bundled until he shipped the item.

Through chatting with the seller, I learned that he is a Chaoying peripheral station, and this book was bought out of curiosity because of the name.As expected, it turned out to be a very ooc Batman, and I regretted it when I got it, so I wanted to sell it.

However, there are not many idiots like him who become curious when they see the name, so they have no choice but to bundle it with other books.

I thought this book could only be left ashes in my bookcase after I got it, but I didn't expect Damian to like it.

The titles of the remaining three books are strangely different from this "Batman Teaches You to Practice Yoga". They are all pure dry books-only the names are a bit eye-catching.

Damian put aside the book that was now his, and picked up Self-cultivation of a Qualified Criminal instead.

The content of this book is pure legal knowledge, but it is not that kind of boring science. Very frustrating question.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, with "Self-Cultivation of a Qualified Criminal" on his lap, and he kept repeating the action of "holding the book—passing the book" in his hand.Like a mechanized assembly line, he can even turn the pages of the book with his other hand.

With the cooperation of Damian, all the books in the box were placed on the shelves, and he closed the "Self-cultivation of a Qualified Criminal" in his hand and handed it to me.

"You study the Fa, right?" Damian asked me.

"Yeah." I looked back at him, wondering for a moment: "Why do you ask this suddenly? Do you have legal questions and want to consult me?".

"Did you choose it yourself?" he asked.

Not a legal question, okay!

When your relatives and friends know that you majored in law, in their eyes you:

1. Able to recite the full text and flexibly use all legal provisions.

2. Be able to help them with lawsuits.

3. Is a justice.

It was a very painful personal experience, woo woo.

I put the last book in the bookcase and closed the glass door, "I chose it myself."

"Why did you make this choice?" he asked again.

I raised my eyebrows, Damian's three consecutive questions made me curious.

I looked him up and down for a while, why would a 14-year-old boy ask such a question?

In view of the precocity of today's children, I thought about it and asked: "Damian, have you reached the period of youth and confusion? Are you thinking about your future life?"

"No, I'm not confused by my goddamn puberty," he said.

"I'm never lost."

"Like the Bull Warrior never takes off his hood?" I tease him with an old meme.

"What bull warriors?" Damian asked back, he didn't seem to know anything about bull warriors.

Well, we have a generation gap.

It is the generation gap of age plus growth environment.

I have to admit that I am already the aunt in the mouth of the children, and I am sad.

-

After I packed the books, I opened the other boxes—and opened a box of controlled knives.

I looked at the various controlled knives in the suitcase and fell silent.

Damian didn't speak either.

"Listen to my sophistry!"

"Why do you have so many knives in your suitcase?"

We speak at the same time, we speak at the same time, we think at the same time...just kidding.

"Cough, what." I cleared my throat, "I have carefully studied the "Gotham Travel Guidebook" that you gave me before, and I think these things are the key to my survival in Gotham."

Damian gave a "tsk" sound. This short tone sounded ridiculed, puzzled and a little disgusted. He pulled the box of controlled knives with his hand.

"They are all knives produced on the assembly line, and they won't be used many times."

After flipping twice, Damian stood up, folded his arms and looked down at me who was still squatting in front of the box, "If you want to use a knife, choose the right one."

"I don't have any money~" I choked my throat and replied with a sweet girlish voice.

As evidenced by my excellent eyesight, Damian is absolutely disgusted by me.

The hairs on his neck stood on end.

"Dear brother, my sister saw that your knife looks very good when you practiced it in the morning, would you mind helping me?" I pretended to be shy.

evil!I was disgusted by my own tenderness.

Before I couldn't maintain the fake expression on my face, Damian, who was really disgusted by me, left a sentence "Go to Arkham and see your brain" and walked out quickly.

In the small study room where I was alone, I continued to pack my things and hummed a song happily.

Brother is just for teasing~

The proud younger brother is even more cute when he plays tricks, hehe~